Kris Atta Pappoe

Rookie (Akuse, Ghana)

Whitemail - Poem by Kris Atta Pappoe

WHITEMAIL
Before we came to their dreams,
Hatched in the Cauldrons of Hate,
We did not know
There could be such Deception,
Such Depravity in the Mind of Man.

Before we came to their visions
Born in the Nightmares of time,
We could not realize
That there could be such Hate,
Such Deformity in the Soul of Man.

But the shimmer of their Midnight
Befuddled us, bewitched us,
Bedazzled us.

And we crept into their Shrines,
Onto their altars,
Forgetting, that We Too have Shrines, and
Leaving behind us in the Limbo
Our hallelujahs of sorrow
And the magma cries of a Lost Generation


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2009



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